Sunset and Springtime Sentiments

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The opening scene

is bathed in the dreamy morning sunlight filtering through purple curtains, illuminating the alabaster skin on the bed.

The person in bed slowly awakens, lazily stretching. The woman in bed is Anya, a 38-year-old woman working in the labor union of a public institution. The clock strikes 7 a.m.; it's Tuesday, another workday.

Anya reluctantly gets out of bed and walks to the dressing table. In the mirror appears a slender figure, her oval face flushed with rosy cheeks, her clear, bright eyes carrying a hint of allure and pride. Her tempting lips exude fragrance, and her cascading black hair is casually tied back. While not breathtakingly beautiful, she possesses a captivating charm. She is 165 cm tall, with measurements of 36-24-38, and her D-cup breasts stand proudly, semi-circular, showing no signs of sagging.

Two pink nipples were like the finishing touch, her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to be encircled, her full hips, deep cleft, and pert shape were alluring, and her plump legs were straight and long. As a mother, the passage of time had only taken away a few traces of youthful immaturity from this beautiful body, adding a touch of charm, and the mature aura was even more alluring on her curves.

After finishing her makeup, Anya drove her silver Nissan to work. Thinking about last night, her husband hadn't come home again. Anya's husband was in charge of logistics at the fire station, and he was always particularly busy a few days each month. Arriving at work, after greeting Chen Xiaoyun, who worked in the same office, Anya sat at her desk and stared blankly. Thinking about the changes in herself, Anya couldn't believe it.

A year ago, she was a typical working woman with the characteristics of a housewife. A young woman who wasn't particularly beautiful, but possessed both charm and elegance. Every day she went to work on time, went home, cooked dinner, and waited for her husband to come home. After dinner, I sat lazily on the sofa watching TV until I got sleepy, then went to bed. My ordinary and peaceful life was changed by a 61-year-old retired man.

Chapter One:

Du Chengshi was a retired employee of the Geological Bureau. Before retirement, he and An Yaqian worked in the same department. They saw each other every day. As a man, no one is immune to lust, and Du Chengshi was no exception. Looking at An Yaqian's alluring body, especially her moist, luscious lips, which appeared before him every day, Du's lower body couldn't help but react.

As a man, he would naturally try his best to impress a woman he was interested in. Back home, lying in bed, Du couldn't help but think of An Yaqian's body.

At night, he would often hide in the bathroom behind his wife's back, thinking of An Yaqian while masturbating, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Given Du's status and age, he himself felt that anything between him and An Yaqian could only happen in his dreams.

However, fate is unpredictable.

After Anya joined the department, Lao Du often helped her with her work, and gradually Anya and Du Chengshi became closer.

A year later, Lao Du honorably retired.

That night, Lao Du lay in bed thinking that he and Anya would be separated forever, and there would be no chance to meet again.

However, an unexpected event gave them another chance to meet.

Lao Du's wife unfortunately got cancer. The death of his wife of 40 years naturally made Lao Du extremely sad. His former colleagues and leaders came to his home to offer their condolences, and Anya was among them.

Seeing the old man who used to help her in the office and work tirelessly—Du Chengshi—now so grieving, Anya suddenly felt a strange sense of sympathy.

Anya felt she should comfort this poor old man, after all, she also had parents and was now a mother herself.

By 5 p.m., most of the people who came to offer their condolences had left.

Anya went over and said gently, "Master Du, he's gone. Please take care of yourself. The dead can't be brought back to life, you must stay strong. If you have any sadness or troubles, please call me anytime." After sitting with Old Du for a while, Anya left his house.

Two months passed, and the grief of losing her husband had mostly subsided. Since her children were all in Xi'an, she felt particularly lonely alone in the house. Just then, Lao Du suddenly remembered what Anya had told him: "If you're ever sad or upset, just call me anytime." Lao Du then dialed Anya's number: "Aya, it's Lao Du." "Oh, Master Du, it's been so long! How are you? What's up?" "Aya, since my wife passed away, I thought I'd forgotten her, but these past few days I've been thinking about them both again, and it's really hard. Could you come over and talk to me?" "

Oh, okay. Okay, Master Du. I'll come over after work this afternoon." "Okay, see you later."

After hanging up, Lao Du couldn't help but think of Anya's alluring body again.

Perhaps it was a divine hint, or perhaps it was instinct. Lao Du took a shower, lay down on the bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep. In his dream, he dreamt that he and Anya were making love. Just as he was about to penetrate her, he suddenly woke up. He looked at the time; it was almost 5 o'clock, and Anya would be arriving soon.

Speak of the devil, and he appears; a gentle knock sounded at the door. Old Du opened it and saw Anya Qian, whom he had longed for, standing there. Smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her, Old Du was momentarily lost in thought. Only when a gentle female voice called out, "Master Du, Master Du, what's wrong?" did Old Du snap out of his reverie.

Just as he invited Anya Qian into the room and sat her on the sofa, a wicked thought flashed through Old Du's mind—"I must have this woman."

Sitting on the sofa, Old Du said, "Little An, your aunt passed away early, leaving me all alone. I thought I had recovered from my grief. But these past few days, I've been thinking about my deceased wife again. I'm heartbroken."

As he finished speaking, tears began to stream down Old Du's face.

Seeing this man, more than twenty years her senior, crying, Anya Qian felt a surge of maternal love, and instinctively placed her hand on Old Du's shoulder, patting it gently. While taking photos, he said,

"Uncle Du, don't be sad. Your wife is gone, but you still have your children, you still have me." Hearing this, Old Du's heart skipped a beat, and then he threw himself into Anya Qian's arms, sobbing as he said, "Aya Qian, I'm 61 this year, and my children aren't around. After my wife passed away, I'm even more lonely by myself. Please, have mercy and keep me company." As soon as he finished speaking, Old Du hugged Anya Qian tightly, pressing his lips against her face.

Although Old Du was already 61, because he loved photography and often climbed around, he was still quite strong. Anya Qian was terrified by Old Du's sudden action. She never expected that Du Chengshi, who seemed honest and unassuming and shared an office with her, would say such things and actually press down on her. At this moment, Anya Qian panicked and was completely at a loss.

"Master Du, let go! It's me, Anya Qian! You can't do this! Please stop..." Anya Qian was speechless; she just wanted Old Du to stop.

But Old Du completely ignored her. Looking at the alluring woman before him, smelling the unique fragrance of a young woman, Old Du lost himself, completely succumbing to madness.

Due to Anya Qian's intense struggle, Old Du felt he couldn't exert any force in his current position.

Old Du grabbed Anya Qian and pushed her against the wall, pressing her down with one hand while the other wantonly kneaded her breasts.

Anya Qian was aroused by this sudden sensation, feeling both pain and pleasure. Her breasts swelled, and she occasionally let out soft moans.

After kneading her for a while, Old Du used his lower body to press against the young woman in front of him, preventing her from moving.

Du Chengshi pressed Anya Qian's head down with both hands and kissed her with his bearded mouth.

Due to her panic, Anya Qian's sensual lips were unusually red, and Old Du, burning with desire, couldn't resist lowering his head and showering her with kisses.

Anya Qian pushed him away forcefully with her hands, her lips tightly closed, showing no remorse.

Du Chengshi continued kissing Anya Qian, and slowly her struggles weakened. Sensing the change, Old Du used the kissing techniques he had learned from movies, kissing her relentlessly.

Perhaps Anya Qian was intoxicated by the kisses.

Indeed, Anya Qian's husband had never kissed his wife with such passion before.

Slowly, Anya's lips responded, returning the kiss to Lao Du. Her lips were slightly parted, and Du Chengshi immediately plunged his tongue deep into Anya's mouth, swirling and licking it wildly, drawing out her saliva and sucking it with smacking sounds before swallowing.

At this moment, Anya's actions exceeded Lao Du's expectations and startled even Anya herself. After Lao Du's tongue entered Anya's mouth again, she surprisingly responded with her own tongue, then thrust it into Lao Du's mouth, swirling it around as well. Sensing this change, Lao Du was overjoyed. He pulled Anya into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

Lao Du kissed Anya while undressing both of them. After a while, their lips parted, a few strands of saliva connecting them. Looking at the beauty before him, Lao Du thought his long-held dream was about to come true.

Immediately afterward, Du Chengshi, using his hand to guide his penis, slowly inserted it into Anya Qian's lower body. Anya Qian was still immersed in the kiss when the sudden sensation startled her. Then, she saw a white-haired, dark-skinned body pressing down on her. She instantly snapped back to reality, her anger rising, and slapped Du Chengshi hard across the face.

"How could you do this? I'm calling the police! I'm going to sue you!!" Du Chengshi was initially stunned, but quickly, his lust overwhelmed the pain of the slap. Ignoring Anya Qian's screams, he ripped open her outer garment, grabbing and kneading her breasts—breasts that would drive any man mad. His mouth wasn't idle either; he kissed Anya Qian's lips again.

Anya Qian struggled desperately, twisting her head. Du Chengshi changed his kiss, kissing her earlobe instead.

This stimulation overwhelmed Anya again, and her head wasn't as throbbing as before. Old Du pressed his lower body between her legs, freeing one hand to spread them apart. He thrust his hips forward, his penis sliding into Anya's vagina with a soft "plop."

Old Du's mouth moved from her earlobe to her breast, taking her nipple and areola into his mouth, slowly and gently sucking.

With her nipple in Old Du's mouth, Anya felt as if countless tiny insects were crawling inside her, and she began to pant. "

It seems my breasts are her sensitive area," Old Du thought to himself. Having discovered this secret, Old Du sucked on her nipple even more loudly. His lower body moved in tandem with his mouth's movements.

Since Old Du and his wife turned 50, they had basically had no sex life. After his wife passed away, Old Du hadn't experienced the taste of a woman, especially the taste of a young married woman—something every man longs to savor. After entering Anya's paradise, Lao Du was like a wild horse, moving wildly.

Anya was almost going crazy. Her nipples and lips were extremely sensitive. She and her husband only used a few traditional positions during sex, and she never let her husband touch her breasts for long during sex. Moreover, her husband rarely kissed her during sex. Now, however, Anya was being endlessly sucked on the nipple by this man who was more than 20 years older than her. And just now, under Lao Du's kisses, Anya had lost herself.

Anya suddenly felt extremely sorry for her husband. She wanted to scream, but inadvertently, what came out was a moan. She quickly closed her mouth and bit her lip, afraid to make a sound. Seeing this alluring beauty beneath him with almost no resistance, Lao Du gently stroked Anya's genitals with his hand.

Suddenly, Lao Du placed his hand, which had been caressing Anya Qian's genitals, in front of her eyes: "Aya Qian, you're so wet. How long has it been since you two made love? I just don't understand how your husband can be so indifferent with such a beauty like you lying next to him every night?"

"Lao Du, you bastard! I'll kill you! You're lying, we..." Her voice trailed off, clearly lacking confidence in the face of the truth. Her husband had indeed been making love to her less often. It wasn't that he was having an affair, but rather that his work was simply too demanding. He was in charge of logistics for a city fire brigade, and he had little sexual desire when he came home.

Lao Du once again inserted his penis into Anya Qian's vagina, silently thinking, "I must conquer you, this young woman!" Anya Qian began to struggle again, "Don't come in, you bastard, I'll kill you!"

The scene was quite shocking. A double bed, the bedding clearly indicating it belonged to an elderly person. On the bed, the young woman's smooth, white body trembled, whether from struggle and anger or from the overwhelming pleasure. Pressed against her was the body of an old man with a full head of white hair, dark skin, and wrinkles, who was thrusting relentlessly.

Anya's initial anger and resistance were gradually weakening.

With Old Du's rapid and intense thrusting, Anya's face flushed, her teeth clenched her delicate lips, her hands gripping the man's thick arms, her thighs unconsciously wrapped around his waist. This old man was giving Anya a true sense of intensity and excitement. She wondered how this old man could be so tireless. Her husband had never thrust so violently and persistently during sex.

Anya didn't know that Old Du hadn't masturbated for a long time in preparation for this day, and that he had been nourishing himself these past few days.

Old Du sucked on Anya's lips again, his penis still moving violently inside her. At first, Anya Qian was clenching her teeth, then slowly began to pant, the panting gradually turning into moans, "Oh oh oh oh oh... you old bastard, I'm going to kill you! Ah ah ah ah, I'm going to die, be gentle, ah..." Old Du responded to Anya Qian in the same way: "Ah, little An, I feel so good, how about you? Are you enjoying it?

How does it compare to your husband?"

"You bastard, you're nothing! A pitiful old man, ah ah, be gentle, oh... you bastard!" Anya Qian's lips were once again sealed by Old Du's mouth, Old Du's tongue swirling in Anya Qian's mouth, Anya Qian responded to Old Du in the same way, her tongue intertwining with Old Du's.

"Ah ah, bastard, it's coming, it's coming, bastard, bastard! Ah ah!" With a series of rapid thrusts from Old Du, Anya Qian's body trembled uncontrollably as if her soul had left her body. The arrival of orgasm made this young woman unable to control herself, her whole body contracting and writhing incessantly.

After ejaculating, Lao Du stopped moving and lay on top of Anya, enjoying a long-awaited orgasm. After resting and catching her breath for a while, Anya, finally regaining her senses, raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"You beast! I'm calling the police! I'm not done with you!" With that, Anya pushed Lao Du away, quickly dressed, and left. Walking down the street, Anya felt a surge of anger; she decided to go to the police station.

At this moment, Lao Du was torn between physical and psychological satisfaction and the fear that Anya was going to call the police.

Anya left Lao Du's house and headed towards the police station.

On her way to the police station, the scene from earlier kept replaying in Anya's mind, filling her with anger and self-reproach. She was angry that Old Du, this seemingly honest old man, had raped her. She felt guilty because when Old Du kissed her, his tongue inside her mouth, she could have easily bitten it off and escaped, but instead, she responded with her own tongue. And she had even had an orgasm during his thrusting.

As Anya walked, lost in thought, her husband called, "My dear wife, why aren't you home yet?" Anya glanced at her watch; it was already 7:30. She had been with Old Du for two whole hours.

She thought to herself, "I absolutely can't let my husband know, absolutely not." Then Anya said, "Honey, I worked a little overtime, I'm on my way back, almost there." Hanging up, Anya changed her route. Instead of going to the police station, she went to her company. She planned to go back to her office, wash her semen-covered genitals, and drive home. But she still needed to report it; she didn't know how. Anya Qian planned to go home, spend the night there, and deal with it the next day.

However, things changed because of that one night.

Chapter Two:

Dragging her heavy steps, Anya Qian arrived at the office. Intending to wash away the semen from her lower body in the office, she found her colleague Chen Xiaoyun working overtime. Anya Qian was taken aback at first, then greeted Chen Xiaoyun, "Xiaoyun, why haven't you gone home yet? What are you doing alone in the office?" "Oh, Sister Qian, why are you back in the office? I thought you went home after you left this afternoon. I have a few forms to compile." Chen Xiaoyun answered while looking up.

Seeing Anya Qian's slightly flushed face, her womanly instincts were instantly aroused.

"Sister Qian, why is your face so red?"

Chen Xiaoyun's question made Anya Qian's heart skip a beat, and she didn't know how to answer. Because she knew in her heart that her flushed face was a result of having just experienced sex. Anya stammered, "Oh, my husband was in a hurry to eat. I just finished running errands and came back to grab something. I guess I was in a bit of a rush on the way." Then, Anya pretended to grab a roll of toilet paper and hurried away.

Hearing Anya's answer and seeing her earlier actions, Chen Xiaoyun was skeptical, muttering under her breath, "Who are you kidding? In a rush? Humph, if you were in a rush, why are you blushing? I didn't hear you panting! Who knows what you were up to."

Leaving the office, Anya drove her white Nissan home. Her plan to wash herself in the office had failed, but thankfully she had grabbed a roll of toilet paper in her panic. Anya parked her car not far from home and took out the toilet paper to wipe herself. After drying off, Anya drove home.

When she arrived, her husband looked displeased and asked, "Where have you been? I'm in a hurry to eat, and I have to go to work afterward. The General Administration is coming to inspect these days, there's a lot to do." After what happened with Lao Du that afternoon, she had hoped to find warmth from her husband and family at home. Instead, she was met with a scolding from her husband as soon as she entered the door, a feeling of indescribable pain welling up inside her.

After dinner, her husband simply said coldly, "I'm going to work. You should go to sleep early. Don't wait for me, I'll probably have to work overtime." Then he closed the door and left.

Actually, such words were perfectly reasonable. They were a long-married couple, and such ordinary, lukewarm conversations were nothing out of the ordinary. After cleaning up the dishes, Anya went into the bathroom. This time, her shower took longer than usual; she intended to thoroughly cleanse her body, not wanting Lao Du's semen to remain inside her.

After showering, Anya turned on her computer. She wanted to search online for information about reporting crimes and sentencing. Surprisingly, the websites she found were full of news stories about wives being raped, husbands finding out, and subsequent divorces and broken families. Seeing these stories, she hesitated. Anya was a traditional woman who valued family life. Before she knew it, Anya had fallen asleep.

The next day, Anya made a decision: she wouldn't report the crime. She knew that if she did, not only her husband would know, but her colleagues might too. Therefore, she decided not to mention it again and not to contact Lao Du.

After yesterday's passion, Lao Du felt extremely satisfied, both psychologically and physically. However, he also felt a little scared because Anya's parting words about reporting the crime had worried him for days. Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Lao Du saw that nothing had happened; no police had come looking for him, no one had bothered him, and his neighbors were still greeting him warmly. Lao

Du realized that Anya hadn't reported the crime. He couldn't help but feel a surge of secret joy. He wondered if Anya Qian was afraid to call the police, or if she had been won over by him and didn't intend to. Thinking this, Old Du was overjoyed and hummed a little tune as he drifted off to sleep.

However, fate is unpredictable. Anya Qian, who didn't want to see Old Du again, found herself connected with him once more. Anya Qian's workplace was a long-established public institution, and this year marked its 65th anniversary. The company decided to hold a celebration, and naturally, the retired Du Chengshi would be among the attendees.

Each department had to put on a performance.

Before Old Du retired, their department frequently went to karaoke, and everyone knew that both Anya Qian and Du Chengshi had quite good voices. Therefore, Anya Qian's department unanimously recommended her to sing a song with Du Chengshi. When the union leader told Anya Qian that she would be singing with Du Chengshi, Anya Qian was initially surprised, then her rosy cheeks flushed red.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoyun from the same department said, "Sister Yaqian, why do you blush whenever Lao Du is mentioned? Is there something going on between you two? Haha, no wonder, Master Du is all alone and needs things too. Why don't you two sing a Kangding Love Song?"

Hearing Chen Xiaoyun's suggestion, Anya Qian quickly retorted, "Yunyun, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!

Sing it then, it's just Kangding Love Song, I'll start practicing right now." When Lao Du heard this news, he was overjoyed and started practicing that very night.

A month later, the company's 65th anniversary celebration began. Lao Du, dressed in a sharp suit, stood on stage with Anya Qian to sing Kangding Love Song. After the song, backstage, Lao Du wanted to exchange a few words with Anya Qian, but she left backstage without a word and returned to her seat. Lao Du also returned to his seat dejectedly.

He thought that the matter was over after the song, but man proposes, God disposes. One of the performers who was originally scheduled to perform suddenly fell ill and couldn't make it to the event. However, the program had already been distributed to the leaders present, and canceling the performance was impossible. Moreover, the song was an English song, which greatly worried the union staff.

Old Du, at this moment, volunteered, "It's alright, I'll do it." Hearing Old Du's voice, the union staff felt like they had grasped a lifeline, casting grateful glances at him. Anya Qian also turned to look at Old Du.

It was Old Du's turn to go on stage, still in his impeccably tailored suit. As soon as Old Du opened his mouth, he won rounds of applause. No one in the audience had expected that this old man could sing an English song, and sing it so well. Looking at Du Chengshi on stage, Anya Qian suddenly felt a strange sensation. She suddenly felt that Old Du wasn't as annoying as before; she even felt a little admiration for him.

That evening, back home, Anya Qian was alone again. Anya Qian was exhausted; she and her colleagues from the union had been busy all day. Back home, she poured herself a glass of red wine, sat on the balcony, and began to stare blankly at the starry sky. She

didn't know what was wrong with her mind, but she found herself thinking about Du Chengshi.

She muttered to herself, "I didn't expect Lao Du to sing English songs. He looks quite handsome in a suit. If it weren't for what happened between us, he would be a pretty good man. But to be honest, his sex skills are really good, I even..." At this point, Anya's face turned red again.

Her hand involuntarily moved towards her genitals.

To be honest, women her age do have needs, and she hadn't had sex for almost a month since Lao Du forced himself on her.

Anya lay in bed, murmuring her husband's name and repeatedly thrusting her fingers into her genitals, but her mind was filled with images of Lao Du and their lovemaking. Slowly, she reached orgasm. Afterward, Anya's mind went blank, and she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Anya drove her white Nissan to work as usual. At lunchtime, only Chen Xiaoyun and Anya remained in the office.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoyun walked up to An Yaqian and said, "Sister Yaqian, why does your face look so yellow? Tell the truth, how long has it been since you had sex?"

An Yaqian blushed and said, "You little brat, I'll tear your mouth apart one day." "Sister Yaqian, really. I've noticed your face is getting redder and redder. Women really do get a bad complexion if they don't have sex for a long time."

"Sister, to be honest, I haven't had sex for almost a month. My husband works overtime every few days." "Ah? A month?" Chen Xiaoyun exclaimed, "No way, I can't stand not having sex for a week, and you've gone a month? Sister Yaqian, why don't you try it with Master Du? Haha, look at him singing on stage that day, he's so handsome. If you're really feeling pent up, you and Master Du can comfort each other, he's lonely too." "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll really get angry, you're never serious," An Yaqian said angrily.

"Really, Sister Yaqian. Look how handsome Master Du is, and he even sings English songs. If I had been born ten years earlier, I would have married him. I just don't know how good he is in bed." After saying that, Chen Xiaoyun ran off in a flash.

After hearing Chen Xiaoyun's words, Anya Qian was confused again. Really, she had experienced Old Du's sexual ability herself, and it was really good. Although she was forced last time, she still had two orgasms. Sigh, she didn't want to think about it anymore; what a mess of nonsense.

Now, let's talk about Du Chengshi. Ever since he met Anya Qian again, he couldn't calm down. Finally, Old Du made up his mind. He wanted to have Anya Qian, even if he couldn't have her heart, he would at least have her body again.

After work in the afternoon, Anya Qian drove home. When she arrived at the entrance of her residential area, she braked suddenly, and Anya Qian's white Nissan stopped. Because she found Old Du standing at the entrance of her residential area. The sound of screeching brakes reached Lao Du's ears. He spotted Anya's car and quickly walked towards it. Reaching the door, he opened the passenger door and got in. Anya was momentarily stunned, unsure what to do.

Only after hearing the urgent honking of cars behind her did she drive into the residential area.

After parking in her spot, Anya angrily asked Lao Du, "What else do you want? I don't want to talk about what happened before. Let's pretend it never happened. Just leave." With that, Anya got out of the car and headed home.

Lao Du followed her out of the car. After entering the apartment building, Lao Du grabbed Anya Qian and hugged her tightly. "Xiao An, I really can't forget you. I know what happened last time was wrong of me. I shouldn't have forced you. But Xiao An, tell me the truth, aren't you really uncomfortable at all? I know your husband often works overtime, I can bring him to comfort you. Really, I love you, I can't forget you."

Hearing Lao Du's words, Anya Qian slapped him across the face and ran home.

Lao Du touched his left cheek and chased after her. Anya Qian quickly opened the door, went inside, and was about to close it when Lao Du suddenly strode into the apartment and followed her in. Once inside, Lao Du grabbed Anya Qian and began kissing her. His tongue ravaged her lips, face, and ears.

Anya Qian desperately shook her head, trying to break free from Lao Du's kiss. This sudden movement angered Old Du. He reached out his wrinkled hand and pressed Anya Qian's head down, kissing her glistening, rosy lips. Having been deprived of sex for a long time, Anya Qian responded to Old Du's kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth.

They kissed as they moved towards the master bedroom. Reaching the bed, Old Du pushed Anya Qian down onto it.

As he prepared to undress, he looked up and saw a wedding photo of Anya Qian and her husband hanging above the headboard. This photo greatly aroused him. An old man engaging in sexual activity with a beautiful young woman and her husband on the bed—the sense of accomplishment and excitement would make anyone's blood boil.

Old Du's penis instantly became erect, and he pressed down on Anya Qian, tearing her top open. At this moment, Anya Qian kept saying no and cursing Old Du, but her body offered no resistance.

"Ah, no, no, Lao Du, I'm going to kill you, ah, ah..." Seeing that Anya Qian didn't resist much this time, Lao Du easily freed one hand to pull down Anya Qian's pants. Hearing Anya Qian's curses, Lao Du kissed Anya Qian's lips again. After successfully pulling down Anya Qian's panties, Lao Du thrust his large penis into Anya Qian's vagina without any hesitation.

Then Lao Du's tongue moved from Anya Qian's lips to her breasts, swirling up and down, left and right on Anya Qian's nipples. At this moment, Anya Qian's mind was filled with desire. As the saying goes, women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty, and can suck the dirt from the ground at fifty. A month without sex is indeed torture for a woman of this age.

"Ugh... hum... um... um... um... ah, Lao Du, please let me go, I'm going to kill you..." At this moment, Anya Qian still retained a sliver of reason. But as Lao Du's penis thrust rapidly in and out, this last shred of reason was instantly overwhelmed by waves of pleasure.

Listening to the beautiful young woman's melodious moans, sometimes watching her captivating expression, sometimes gazing at the happy wedding photo of Anya Qian and her husband on the wall, and feeling the friction in his genitals, Lao Du felt the urge to ejaculate. To savor this rare sexual experience, Lao Du withdrew his penis from Anya Qian's body and instead used his fingers to penetrate her vagina.

As his fingers vibrated, Lao Du could feel Anya Qian's buttocks responding subtly. She made some almost inaudible sounds! Her moans and gasps gradually rose in pitch with the thrusting of Lao Du's fingers! And the overflowing love juices soaked her genitals. Anya Qian's rationality had been consumed by the fire of lust.

During the month that the two had no contact, Lao Du had read many erotic novels and watched many erotic films. He had also learned a lot. Seeing that Anya Qian was aroused, Lao Du did not rush to insert his penis. Instead, while kneading Anya's breasts, he said to her, "Little An, aren't you enjoying yourself? I know you're traditional, but at your age, can you stand it if your husband doesn't give you sex?

Besides, your husband works overtime every day and doesn't come home. Do you know what he's doing? Do you know if your husband is sleeping with other women?"

"You're talking nonsense, my husband wouldn't do that, he's working overtime," Anya argued.

"Little An, don't be silly, nobody works overtime every day. I know people in the fire department, they don't have to work overtime at all. Besides, I know you love your husband. But, we're just satisfying each other physically.

It doesn't damage our love for our families. Isn't that good?"

Hearing Old Du's words, Anya fell silent.

Du Chengshi knew that Anya's spirit and mind were slowly collapsing.

Du Chengshi shouted and inserted his penis into Anya's vagina, then began to thrust repeatedly.

Anya Qian could no longer care about reason at this point. She only felt an extreme fullness and tightness in her lower body, and a tickling sensation as if thousands of insects were crawling inside her vagina. Her legs were tightly clamped around the old man's thick waist.

"...Quick...Quickly insert it...I can't take it anymore...you old bastard..." Hearing Anya's moans and curses, Old Du suddenly pulled his penis out of Anya's vagina, only rubbing it against her labia. He held Anya's sexy buttocks with both hands, refusing to insert his penis, and said, "You're enjoying it, aren't you? How about it? I'm better than your husband, right? Why did you pretend to be innocent and not let me do it? I'm much better than your husband, aren't I?"

"No...Old Du...you stinking old man, you're nothing, you..." "Ah...he's far inferior to you...I...I...your big penis...ah...it hurts so much...I beg you...please give it to me quickly..." After Old Du's penis was pulled out of Anya's vagina, Anya felt a sudden emptiness. Then, the friction of Old Du's penis against her labia made her feel as if countless ants were crawling inside her.

"Ah... Master Du... It's so itchy inside... It itches right to my heart..." Du Chengshi laughed, "Xiao An, I'd better leave, so you don't have to be conflicted. You're thinking about your husband." After saying that, Old Du climbed off Anya Qian.

Anya Qian immediately grabbed his penis and said, "No... Master Du... You're much better than my husband... You... I'm not thinking about him right now... I want you!"

Hearing this, Old Du couldn't take it anymore. He could no longer control his desire. He kissed Anya Qian's soft and charming body wantonly. Then he grabbed Anya Qian's calves with both hands, raised her pink legs high, and stuffed his already hard and erect penis into Anya Qian's vagina. Anya Qian's vagina was filled with the big treasure, and she shuddered in pain and couldn't help but cry out.

"Du... Ah... Too... Big... Ah... Ah..."

"Ah!" Anya Qian let out a satisfied moan.

Old Du's nine shallow and one deep, two fast and one slow thrusting gave Anya Qian an unprecedented pleasure. Old Du's lower body was thrusting in and out, his hands not idle either. His hands constantly caressed Anya Qian's breasts, his mouth kissing her lips wantonly, Anya Qian's tongue slipping into Old Du's mouth and intertwining with his. Experiencing the unprecedented pleasure of kissing, Old Du's penis thrust even faster. Feeling the pleasure of the friction between their genitals, Anya Qian almost went wild, her hands tightly gripping Old Du, raising her buttocks high in cooperation.

Suddenly, Old Du pulled his penis out of Anya Qian's vagina and held it in front of her, waiting. At this moment, Anya Qian did something that shocked even herself. She put Old Du's penis in her mouth and licked it.

Her small mouth sucked on it like she was eating a lollipop, her silver teeth gently rubbing against the glans.

"What a beauty," Old Du thought to himself. "I must unlock your potential."

At this moment, Old Du was about to ejaculate, and after pulling his penis out of Anya Qian's mouth... Old Du thrust his penis back into Anya Qian's vagina, pumping even more frantically. He felt Anya Qian's fluids increasing, her vagina becoming even more moist and warm. So, Old Du increased his speed.

"Ah...ah...you...so beautiful...big baby...so comfortable..." Anya Qian had reached the peak of her sexual climax, panting softly, "Mmm...mmm...so good...so wonderful...harder...uh...I love you...mmm...beautiful..." "Oh...Little An...I'm going to die too...I can't hold back...I can't hold back...anymore..." "Ah...ah..."

After waves of pleasure, Anya Qian's climax, which she hadn't experienced in a month, came like a raging flood.

"Oh...okay...oh...uh, I'm going to...come...ah, it's coming...ah..." Old Du suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his glans, Anya Qian's vagina tightly gripping and sucking his penis.

Anya Qian trembled all over, her vaginal fluid spraying onto Du Chengshi's glans, her body trembling for a long time before finally stopping!

After the climax, Lao Du caressed Anya Qian's breasts with both hands and gently kissed her lips. Anya Qian, having experienced her climax, gradually regained her senses. Thinking about her actions and words, she felt like disappearing into the ground.

"Go, Lao Du. It's not your fault today."

"But, Xiao An..." Lao Du wanted to say something more.

"I told you to leave. If you don't leave, I'll really get angry," Anya Qian said, glaring at Lao Du.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave. Don't be angry," Lao Du quickly said to prevent Anya Qian from getting angry.

Beside the bed, Lao Du and Anya Qian were both dressed. Neither of them said a word. After they finished dressing, they walked towards the door. Just as they reached the door, Lao Du once again grabbed Anya Qian and began kissing her.

Anya Qian didn't resist, but responded slightly. Just as their lips were about to kiss, their tongues intertwined, the sound of a key opening the door came from inside. Lao Du and Anya Qian quickly separated.

Sure enough, Anya's husband returned.

"Hmm? Anya, who is this old man?" her husband asked, pointing at Lao Du.

Anya was stunned by the scene and had no time to think about how to reply. Luckily, Lao Du reacted quickly.

"Oh, I'm Anya's former colleague. A few days ago, we performed together at the company celebration and won an award. I'm here today mainly to pick up the gifts from the company. Right, Anya?" Hearing Lao Du's words, Anya quickly replied, "Yes, yes." "Then you go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving; I need to go back and cook." After saying this, Lao Du gave Anya a lecherous look and left Anya's house with a satisfied expression.

Chapter 3

Lao Du left Anya's house with a satisfied expression.

After having dinner with her husband, Anya lazily leaned back on the sofa. Indeed, after an afternoon of intense exercise, she felt tired. Watching her husband casually playing cards on the computer with his legs crossed, Anya gave a cold laugh and turned back to watch TV.

"Ugh, so annoying! Why are there so many commercials on TV?" Anya complained.

Suddenly, an advertisement made Anya fall silent.

"Infertility? Go to XX Hospital. Worry-free pregnancy, painless abortion? Go to XX Hospital." Anya couldn't help but feel uneasy. Neither of her two sexual encounters with Lao Du had involved a condom. Roughly calculating, including the first time they raped each other, Lao Du had only ejaculated inside her once. In these two encounters, Lao Du had ejaculated inside her three times, and she had never even considered the possibility of pregnancy.

Thinking of this, Anya immediately sat up, made up a reason for her husband, and left.

Arriving at the pharmacy near her apartment complex, Anyaqian grabbed a box of emergency contraceptives (Levonorgestrel) and headed to the counter. Just as she was about to pay, she noticed condoms on the shelf to the left of the counter and impulsively grabbed a box of them to pay for alongside the contraceptives. Back home with her medication, she secretly took a few pills when her husband wasn't looking.

Feeling relieved that she had taken the pills, she grabbed a change of underwear and went to the bathroom to shower. Standing under the showerhead, Anyaqian couldn't help but recall the events of the afternoon.

"To be honest, Lao Du's technique is much better than my husband's. Logically, Lao Du, a man in his sixties, shouldn't be fertile anymore. But his performance in bed, and the way he penetrates so deeply every time...

Sigh, if he weren't so vigorous, I wouldn't have gone to buy medication so late at night." Thinking about buying the medication, Anyaqian suddenly remembered that she had also bought a box of condoms. Who were these condoms for? Anyaqian didn't know. Perhaps it was just an unconscious action.

She thought about her actions that evening. First, when her husband came home, she had just finished having sex with Lao Du. Although it was forced, she had been cooperating with him the whole time. Then that night, when she went to buy medicine, she subconsciously bought a box of condoms. Was it for Lao Du?

Then, while showering, she suddenly thought about having sex with Lao Du that afternoon, and how she had even praised his technique. Thinking about this, Anya Qian froze. Had she really become a bad woman?

The next morning, Anya Qian drove her white Nissan to work as usual. That evening, she cooked and showered. She no longer thought about Du Chengshi raping her. After dinner, her husband said he was going out drinking with colleagues. The range hood had broken while cooking, and she was covered in grease, which was unpleasant.

After her husband left, Anya Qian rushed to the bathroom to shower. She was already angry about the broken range hood, but then her showerhead broke too. With no choice but to clean herself up and go to a public bathhouse, covered in cooking grease, she decided to go. There was a bathhouse near Anya Qian's house, and coincidentally, Lao Du's house was on the way there.

Because it was summer, Anya wore pajamas to the public bathhouse. Old Du happened to be exercising downstairs.

Seeing Anya in her pink pajamas, her hair loose, walking towards him, Old Du's penis instantly hardened. Taking advantage of the absence of others, Du Chengshi grabbed Anya and dragged her into his apartment. Anya was terrified by Old Du's action and instinctively began to struggle.

Old Du whispered in Anya's ear, "Little An, there are so many people here. If you struggle, people will think all sorts of things."

Hearing this, Anya gave up struggling and followed Old Du into his apartment building.

After entering Old Du's apartment, Old Du closed the door with his foot and immediately hugged Anya and began kissing her. She had intended to take a shower, but Old Du had pulled her into his home.

Anya struggled, pleading, "Master Du, please let me go. I have a husband. I'll pretend what happened before never happened, please..."

"Hehe, little An. You said you didn't want to. But today you walked towards me in your pajamas, weren't you obviously tempting me?"

"Master Du, my shower is broken, I was planning to take a shower. Let me go!" Anya desperately twisted her head, trying to stop Old Du from kissing her.

"A shower? I can shower at home. We can shower at my place after we're done..." Old Du said, picking Anya up and carrying her towards his bedroom.

Because Anya was wearing pajamas and no bra, her breasts were unprotected and surprisingly soft to the touch. While struggling, her breasts inadvertently brushed against Old Du's body several times, further arousing his desire. Old Du pushed Anya onto his bed.

Because Anya wasn't wearing a bra today, her breasts were unusually soft, smooth, and white.

Based on their previous sexual encounters, Lao Du had already figured out Anya Qian's sensitive areas. Indeed, to completely conquer this young woman, Lao Du had learned a lot of techniques and experience online.

Lao Du rubbed Anya Qian's breasts back and forth with his rough, wrinkled hands, and slowly Anya Qian's nipples hardened.

At this moment, Anya Qian desperately twisted and struggled in Du Chengshi's arms.

Du Chengshi hungrily sucked on Anya Qian's soft lower lip, his tongue probing towards her teeth, but Anya Qian kept her teeth tightly closed, not letting Lao Du enter.

Indeed, as a young woman, her remaining chastity had not yet been completely overcome by desire.

Du Chengshi lightly licked her teeth with the tip of his tongue, and Anya Qian felt ashamed as she experienced her lips being sucked again by the man who had given her orgasm, and struggled fiercely.

Lao Du pried open Anya Qian's teeth with his tongue, his tongue plunging deep inside, stirring Anya Qian's tongue. Old Du sucked and released Anya Qian's fragrant tongue, their tongues intertwining in each other's mouths.

As the saying goes, women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties.

Anya Qian was at the age of primal urges. Stimulated by the man, her desire gradually flared, her mouth secreting copious amounts of saliva, her fragrant tongue involuntarily delving into Old Du's mouth, letting him suckle. The two engaged in a passionate, wet kiss.

Slowly, Old Du's penis became incredibly hard, but he didn't rush to penetrate. Instead, Old Du kissed Anya Qian's earlobe, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down, revealing her snow-white thighs, leaving only a small black lace panty covering her buttocks. Old Du then roughly pulled down Anya Qian's panty, and Anya Qian cried out, "Ah…" instinctively covering her exposed genitals with her hands.

"Ah…no…Master Du, please…" Anya Qian gasped and struggled, her mind gradually blurring.

Du Chengshi kissed her for a while, then looked down and saw Anya Qian's two fair and tender thighs. He gently touched Anya Qian's genitals.

"Let me go... Old Du... no... please..."

Old Du gently stroked the slightly raised area with his fingers, and Anya Qian's body trembled. Ever since Old Du forced himself on her twice, Anya Qian herself didn't understand why her body had become increasingly sensitive. Slowly, Old Du felt the area his fingers were touching begin to feel damp. Old Du pressed harder, and two fingers were inserted into Anya Qian's lower body, touching two soft and slippery labia, gently rubbing them back and forth.

"Ah, please, no... I'll kill you!" Anya Qian trembled all over, one hand tightly gripping Old Du's hand, her legs twisting restlessly, and she let out a soul-stirring moan.

Old Du straightened up and took out his large penis, which was over 20 centimeters long. At this moment, Du Chengshi reached down and touched Anya Qian's snow-white buttocks with one hand, and with his own large penis in the other, he bent down and rubbed it back and forth against Anya Qian's labia. He didn't rush to penetrate

her. Old Du intended to conquer this young woman mentally. Originally, Anya Qian was already burning with desire after the stimulation. Who would have thought that Old Du wouldn't penetrate her at this time, this friction would be even more torturous. Anya Qian opened her eyes and looked at Old Du, mumbling, "No...please...it's still...uncomfortable..." Anya Qian closed her eyes and whispered.

"Still what? Hmm? Little darling." Old Du said as he stroked Anya Qian's breasts again with both hands.

Enduring the double stimulation, Anya Qian had completely lost her mind. This agonizing friction had broken Anya's last line of defense. She covered her flushed face with her hands and weakly cried out, "Old Du, please, I want it!!!"

Old Du chuckled, "Little An, I'm old, I didn't hear you clearly. What do you want?" "I want your penis, I want your penis..." At this point, Anya couldn't care less about anything else.

"No, Little An, you can only have your husband's big penis, you can't have anyone else's. You should go back to your husband." Old Du, suppressing the pleasure in his lower body, continued to tease her. "Ah, ah... you are my husband. You are my husband now. Master Du, please, I can't take it anymore..." Anya was stunned by her own words. She was actually begging an old man the same age as her father to be her husband, and even pleading for his penis to penetrate her.

"Hmm, a husband can enjoy his wife anytime. Hmm, Xiao An, what if I want to make love to you in the future?" Old Du couldn't take it anymore; his penis was barely holding back from penetrating.

"Ah, ah, in the future, if you want to make love to me, I'll come over. Husband, I'm yours from now on..." Anya Qian had completely lost her mind.

Hearing this, Du Chengshi finally couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed Anya Qian's buttocks, opened his mouth, and kissed Anya Qian's red lips, sucking them. With a soft "plop," his lower body entered Anya Qian's vagina.

"Ah..." So comfortable, Anya Qian's mind went blank for a moment. But soon Anya Qian felt that the thing in her lower body didn't feel like a man's penis. The shape of the thing below was different from that thing, and it was soft. Could it be... his tongue?!

Anya Qian had been married for many years, but her husband had never licked her private parts with his tongue. Today, Old Du, that old geezer, actually…

“Old Du, ah…no…lick there…ah…” At this moment, Anya Qian was so comfortable that she didn’t even have the strength to say a word.

Old Du’s tongue slithered in and out of Anya Qian’s vagina like a snake.

“No…don’t do this…dirty…ah…no…um…ah…” Anya Qian, who was usually very clean, had never experienced anything like this before.

“Haha, little An, you are really a gem, so sweet…”

Anya Qian’s face turned red as Old Du’s tongue teased her, her whole body trembling slightly, and she said, “Old Du…don’t touch it…um…hum…I…husband, hurry up and insert it…uh…no…no more…it’s itchy…I…”

Old Du knew that his chance had come. He lifted Anya Qian’s buttocks, and thrust his already hard and erect penis forward, penetrating her hard. With a “plop” sound, their genitals came into contact.

"Old Du...oh...no...your...too...ah...husband..." "Ah..." Anya Qian let out a satisfied moan.

Hearing such a beautiful young woman moaning, calling him her husband, and begging him to penetrate her, a sense of conquest welled up within him. Old Du felt himself becoming stronger and stronger. Old Du's hands also grasped Anya Qian's two breasts, kneading them. His big penis was inserted into her wet little hole, thrusting violently. Old Du himself kept twisting, just to make full contact with Anya Qian's body.

"Hmm...Old Du...husband...faster...I...give me...comfort...faster...hum...faster...ah...I want yours..." Anya Qian tightly hugged Old Du's neck, swaying her hips in rhythm with his thrusts.

"Hmm...hmm...good...so good...Old Du...oh...I want you to kiss me...uh..." Hearing Anya Qian's lewd moans, Old Du felt his whole body heat up. He held her, his hands constantly caressing her, and his mouth once again kissed Anya Qian's lips. The two were passionately kissing, their tongues swirling together.

Old Du's large penis thrust in and out even faster. Anya Qian's face was flushed, her hips moving in sync with Old Du's thrusts.

His penis pounded inside her.

Anya Qian was close to climaxing, her small mouth panting, "Mmm...mmm...I'll kill you...mmm..."

Old Du knew she had reached her climax, and his large penis thrust wildly.

"Oh...uh...uh..."

Old Du suddenly felt Anya Qian's lower body tighten. Anya Qian trembled all over, her hands gripping his back tightly, leaving several scratch marks on his back!

"Ah, husband, you're so amazing, I love you..."

Hearing this, Old Du couldn't hold back any longer and reached climax with Anya Qian.

After the climax, the two didn't rush to separate. Anya Qian was completely limp and powerless, her mind a blank. She closed her eyes, her thoughts wandering. She felt that she had fallen.

After resting for a while, Anya Qian got up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and coldly said to Du Chengshi, "I want to take a shower." "Okay, baby, I'll take you," Old Du said excitedly. Old Du could clearly sense that Anya Qian wasn't as resistant to him as she had been the previous two times.

After showering, Anya Qian tidied herself up and opened the door to leave.

Before leaving, Old Du said, "Little An, come shower here from now on." Anya Qian didn't say anything, turned around, and left Old Du's house.

Old Du, meanwhile, lay on the bed with a satisfied expression and started singing.

...

Back home, Anya Qian frowned, thinking that Old Du had ejaculated inside her again. She took two emergency contraceptive pills.

The next day was a peaceful day. However, throughout the entire day, Anya Qian didn't mention going to get the shower repaired.

When her husband came home that evening, he found the shower was broken and said, "Why is the shower broken? I'll get someone to fix it tomorrow."

Anya's reply made her heart skip a beat: "Don't fix it, just replace it in a while. Let's go to the public bathhouse in the meantime. It'll save water." "Okay, whatever you say, wife," Anya's husband replied as he walked towards the study.

Watching her husband's retreating figure, Anya thought to herself, "Aya, what's wrong with you? You don't want to fix the shower, you want to go to the public bathhouse. Is it because of what Lao Du said when we left yesterday? Are

you really planning to go to Lao Du's to bathe from now on?"

Chapter Four:

For some reason, Anya's mood had been unusually good these past few days. She hummed a little tune while doing housework. In the morning, she drove her white Nissan to work as usual.

Chen Xiaoyun, who worked in the same office, looked at Anya Qian and said, "Sister Qian, I've noticed your skin and complexion are getting better and better! Really. Share your secrets! Did you use some supplements? Or maybe your sex life with your husband is more harmonious? Haha."

"Get lost, you little hussy. You're never serious," Anya Qian said.

"Really, Sister Qian. Your complexion is really better than before. Haven't you heard? A man's semen is the best nutrient for a woman. Haha, what good stuff has your husband been eating? Tell me about it. My husband's performance in that area is getting worse and worse..." "

I think it's not that your husband is no good. It's that your sex drive is too strong, and your husband can't handle it.

Haha..." Anya Qian retorted sarcastically.

Indeed, Anya Qian herself had noticed that since having sex with Lao Du a few times, her complexion had been getting better and better. Could it really be because of having sex with Lao Du? Anya Qian wondered to herself.

These past few days, Anya Qian had been looking forward to something, to the point that she would sometimes space out at work. After getting home from work, Anya Qian cooked, ate, and watched TV as usual. It was already past 7 pm, and she and her husband were sitting on the sofa watching TV. She complained, "Ugh, I feel so uncomfortable, I'm covered in sweat, I need to take a shower." With that, Anya Qian got up, grabbed her toiletries, and went out.

Without realizing it, Anya Qian arrived at the building where Du Chengshi lived. Instinctively, she looked up at Du's window.

The light was on; Du was still awake. Looking at the path to the public bathhouse, it was pitch black. Anya Qian's timid nature made her abandon her plan to go to the bathhouse, and she unconsciously entered Du's apartment building, heading towards Du's home.

Arriving at Du's door, Anya Qian felt both guilty and excited. She finally knew what she had been waiting for these past few days.

Knock, knock, knock, Anya Qian finally knocked on Du's door.

"Coming, who is it?" Du's voice came from inside the door.

As soon as Lao Du opened the door, he saw Anya Qian standing there with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, still wearing the same pink pajamas

she had worn that day. Under the hallway light, Anya Qian's lips looked even more translucent. Lao Du was stunned by what he saw. "Mr. Du, my shower is broken, and it's getting late. I'd like to take a shower here," Anya Qian broke the silence.

"Okay, okay, please come in!" Lao Du stammered.

Anya Qian entered Lao Du's bathroom with practiced ease and began to shower. The warm water flowed over her body, and Anya Qian caressed herself with her hands. She unconsciously became aroused. She was anticipating something, so much so that she didn't even close the bathroom door. However, Lao Du didn't make a move until she finished showering. After showering, Anya Qian got dressed, said goodbye to Lao Du, and prepared to leave.

"Wait, Xiao An. It's raining outside. Take this umbrella," Lao Du said with concern.

Anya took the umbrella, glanced at Lao Du with disappointment, and turned to leave his house.

Lao Du watched Anya's departing figure with a cold expression.

"Haha, little darling. You're about to become my sex partner. Haha." Anya returned home, silent. She tidied up and went to sleep.

The next morning, her husband left earlier than her. As Anya was leaving, she saw Lao Du's umbrella at her door. She picked it up, went downstairs, and looked at her white Nissan, intending to return it to Lao Du. Just as she was about to start the car, Anya seemed to remember something. She went back home, picked up the condoms she had bought at the pharmacy, put them in her purse, and drove to Lao Du's house.

Lao Du had a wet dream last night, dreaming that he and Anya were having sex in the car. As a result, he woke up with an erection. He was about to masturbate when Anya unexpectedly came to see him early in the morning.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Master Du, are you there?” Anya Qian asked.

Hearing Anya Qian’s knock, Old Du excitedly jumped out of bed and hurriedly went to open the door.

The door opened, and Old Du stood in front of Anya Qian, shirtless and wearing only boxer shorts. Anya Qian blushed and couldn’t say a word. Looking at this beautiful woman, Old Du’s penis immediately became hard. Anya Qian inadvertently noticed that Old Du’s underwear was already bulging, and her face turned even redder.

“Oh, Little An! So early. Come in, please.” Old Du said, and then pulled Anya Qian into his room.

Seeing Anya Qian standing shyly without moving after entering the room, Old Du said, “Oh, sit down, Little An. This isn’t your first time here, don’t be so polite.”

Hearing Old Du’s words, Anya Qian lowered her head and walked to the living room, sitting on the sofa.

"What brings you here so early, Xiao An?" Old Du asked in his magnetic voice. "Oh, Master Du, I'm here to return the umbrella I borrowed earlier." Saying this, Anya Qian placed the umbrella on Old Du's coffee table.

"Oh dear, no need to rush. Just put it on the table then," Old Du replied. After putting the umbrella down, Anya Qian remained seated on the sofa, motionless.

"Ah, Xiao An! The umbrella's here too. If there's nothing else, you can go back now!" Old Du's attitude changed drastically, coldly addressing Anya Qian. Hearing Old Du's words,

Anya Qian stood up dejectedly. She softly said to Old Du, "Then, Master Du, I'll be going now." Finally, she picked up her purse and walked towards the door.

Anya Qian, a young woman in her prime, had been expecting something to happen; she had already packed condoms in her purse. But this old man... Thinking of this, Anya Qian couldn't help but sneer as she left.

Just as she reached the door and was about to open it, Old Du pulled Anya Qian into his arms, teasingly saying, "Don't be angry, little darling. You came to my door so early in the morning. How could I let you leave disappointed!" "What are you doing? Old Du, I came to bring you an umbrella. Don't be like this." "Haha. Bring an umbrella? Bring an umbrella? Why did you come into my house? You could have just left it at the door. Bring an umbrella? Why did you sit on my sofa when I was only wearing underwear? Bring an umbrella? Why didn't you leave after I finished delivering the umbrella?"

Old Du's barrage of questions left Anya Qian stunned. Yes, Old Du was asking about her own secrets.

Wasn't she hoping something would happen under the guise of bringing an umbrella?

"You've misunderstood. Mr. Du. Please don't be like this." The last shred of reason still held Anya Qian in check.

"Baby, why are you doing this to yourself! You clearly want it, but you always refuse. I need sex, and I need sex too. Your husband can't satisfy you, and my wife has passed away. We're just satisfying each other; it won't affect our families or society. What's wrong with that?" Old Du said.

Hearing Old Du's words, Anya Qian felt a little comforted by the conflicted feelings she had about her illicit affair with him, but she still said, "No, this won't do." "What's wrong with that?" Old Du had barely finished speaking when he kissed Anya Qian on the lips. At the same time, Old Du's hand reached down to Anya Qian's buttocks, caressing her bottom. Slowly, Old Du began to kiss Anya Qian's earlobe, neck, and breasts. With Old Du's kisses, Anya Qian slowly gave up struggling. She wrapped her arms around Old Du's neck. Their lips pressed together again, their tongues intertwining, exchanging saliva.

Sensing Anya Qian's arousal, Old Du deliberately rubbed his large penis against Anya Qian's lower abdomen. Because Lao Du was only wearing underwear, the friction felt more real than before. Anya Qian passionately opened her legs in response to Lao Du, her tongue aggressively probing into his mouth. Their lips made soft smacking sounds.

Suddenly, Anya Qian felt a chill on her chest; Lao Du had pulled down her clothes, revealing her pair of white breasts.

Anya Qian let out a soft moan and tried to push Lao Du away with her hands, "No, get up!" Lao Du ignored her, lowered his head, and bit down on Anya Qian's breast, licking it with his tongue. Anya Qian's breasts were the most sensitive part of her body, and Lao Du's actions made her feel ticklish. She cried out, "Ah...no! It tickles...not here, no..." Hearing Anya Qian's seductive moans, Lao Du's lower body hardened even more. He picked up Anya Qian and carried her to the large bed they both knew all too well. Old Du threw Anya Qian onto the bed, stripped off his only covering, and pounced on her naked. He placed his penis between Anya Qian's breasts, grabbed her hands and pressed them against her breasts, beginning to perform breast sex!

Seeing Du Chengshi treating her with such lewd actions, Anya Qian blushed and said to Old Du, "What are you doing!

How can you be so shameless? I don't even have a husband." At the mention of "husband," Anya Qian fell silent. She simply turned her face to the side, letting Old Du do as he pleased.

Old Du excitedly thrust in and out, his penis occasionally hitting Anya Qian's chin.

Suddenly, Old Du turned Anya Qian's face back and shoved his penis into her mouth. Because Anya Qian's mouth was slightly open and her breathing uneven, Old Du easily put his penis in her mouth. Anya Qian, of course, knew what Old Du was going to do; to be honest, she and her husband had done it too.

Anya Qian's next action truly surprised Old Du. Anya Qian kept her lips tightly closed, gently sliding her tongue across Lao Du's glans, her head involuntarily moving back and forth. Such a beauty, such sensual lips, such self-awareness. After enjoying a while of oral sex, Lao Du suddenly felt like he was about to ejaculate and quickly stopped. He moved to Anya Qian's lower body, lifted one of her jade-like legs, kissed it a few times, and then placed her leg on his shoulder.

Anya Qian felt the familiar penis on her labia, about to enter, when she suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

Lao Du was startled and froze.

"Put on a condom," Anya Qian said softly.

"But I don't have any at home," Lao Du replied with relief upon hearing Anya Qian's words.

"I have some in my purse, go get them," Anya Qian said gently.

Upon hearing this, Old Du grabbed Anya Qian's purse. Seeing her take out condoms, he couldn't help but think, "This is something else! Having sex with an old man like me behind her husband's back, and even preparing condoms herself."

Anya Qian gently put the condoms on Old Du and softly said, "Okay..." Without a word, Old Du spread Anya Qian's legs and inserted his penis into her. Anya Qian's mouth opened slightly, her head tilted back, and as the penis fully entered, pressing against her clitoris, she involuntarily let out a long "Ah!" Old Du watched Anya Qian's ecstatic expression as he thrust in and out.

He lowered his head and kissed Anya Qian's lips. "Baby, you look so cute when we make love. I want to swallow you whole."

Indeed, if the previous times she had been forced to make love with Lao Du, now Anya Qian was completely conquered by him, willingly giving herself to this old man.

Anya Qian raised her head, her hazy eyes looking at Lao Du, her crystal-clear lips slightly parted, as if saying, "Kiss me, I want you."

Lao Du kissed Anya Qian's lips, inserting his tongue into her mouth and stirring it vigorously. Anya Qian also cooperated, entwining her tongue with Lao Du's.

Anya Qian was completely conquered by Lao Du. "Ah... harder... um. Like that... ah! oh... a little deeper, deeper!"

Lao Du held Anya Qian's body, thrusting his lower body hard, each time pulling his penis completely out and then plunging it in again. "Ah... it's hitting my heart..." Anya Qian could no longer control herself, twisting her waist and hips in response, allowing the glans to reach her clitoris, giving herself maximum pleasure.

Suddenly, he felt Anya Qian's vagina contract sharply. Lao Du knew that Anya Qian's orgasm was coming soon. He increased the speed of his thrusting.

"Ah!" Anya Qian cried out, waves of pleasure coming from her lower body. With Anya Qian's orgasm and the spray of her vaginal fluids, Lao Du could no longer hold back, his ejaculation coming out.

After the orgasm, Lao Du gently kissed Anya Qian, his hands caressing her body. Anya Qian lay shyly in Lao Du's arms. The scene at this moment was truly unimaginable. A large bed, an old man with wrinkles, black clothes, and a full head of white hair lay naked in the arms of a young woman with a voluptuous figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face. The contrast between the black and white, the old and the young, was striking.

It was already past 10 o'clock; Anya and Lao Du had been playing for over two hours. Anya got dressed and stood up.

Lao Du grabbed her arm and said, "Honey, are you coming to take a bath again tomorrow?" "How can you be so disrespectful to your elders? We'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow," Anya said, feigning anger.

"No way! It's so hot; a bath is so comfortable," Lao Du said.

At that moment, only the two of them knew what "bath" really meant.

"I'd like to take a bath, but I'm afraid you won't be willing to pay the water bill. Haha," Anya smiled charmingly at Lao Du before turning to leave.

"Honey, I have a surprise for you tomorrow," Lao Du said.

"What surprise?" Anya stopped and asked.

"Hehe. You'll find out tomorrow. I'll call you, baby," Old Du said with a lewd grin.

Chapter Five

"What surprise will Old Du give me?" Anya Qian wondered as she walked home. A hint of anticipation crept into her heart.

When she got home, her husband was already back. Smelling the strong smell of alcohol in the house and seeing her husband snoring on the bed, Anya Qian helplessly lay down on the sofa. After a passionate day, Anya Qian was indeed tired and fell asleep on the sofa soon after

. The next day, seeing her husband still fast asleep, Anya Qian finished dressing and went to work with her small handbag. As soon as she entered the office and sat down, Chen Xiaoyun came to Anya Qian's side and said, "Sister Yaqian, I've noticed that your figure and complexion are getting better and better. It seems your husband is satisfying you. Tell me, Sister Yaqian, how do you arouse your husband's passion? My husband is getting worse and worse." "Get lost, you little brat. You're getting more and more irresponsible," Anya Qian said.

Although Anya had finished speaking, Chen Xiaoyun's words lingered in her mind. Indeed, her skin and figure were better than before. She had even noticed while showering that her breasts, which had been slightly sagging, were now firmer.

"Could this really be the effect of sex? Could this really be the result of having sex with Lao Du?" Thinking this, Anya felt a glimmer of hope.

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